We do take language and literature seriously,
in other words, we love civilization, which language and literature could be
its symbol, deeply in heart with utter innocence. So we let it be mashed, be
teared, be crushed; we confuse noblest things with boring things; we force
clarity goes into chaos… Then, in these trifling and ruined bodies of artworks,
we are waiting for the flawlessness and the everlasting to come again. Though
it could be never like it was in the golden age, to bear fruit in a clean and pure
world. We have to believe in the quietude of noise, and only the wasteland
contains the possibility of true vitality.